System Auction Shop, I'll sell out across all realms!

Lin Tian's voice was amplified by spiritual power and steadily entered everyone's ears.

"The first item up for auction - a sixth-grade superior quality Bloodline Origin Stone."

He gestured with both hands, and a stone appeared out of thin air in the center of the void.

Colorful and dazzling.

The surface is engraved with all sorts of strange patterns, mountains and rivers, birds and beasts.

The stone hangs in mid-air, and its color changes every time it is turned.

The five colors rotated, and the light illuminated the entire auction hall, causing it to change color.

"It lives up to its name."

Lin Tian continued, his words cutting through all the noise.

"This item has the effect of tracing back to the origin and awakening the bloodline."

"Many cultivators possess extremely powerful bloodlines without realizing it; this stone can fully awaken them in everyone."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

"You may be a descendant of some ancient powerful being, but your bloodline is too weak, and you will never wake up in your lifetime."

"This stone can help you push that door open."

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent for a moment.

"hiss--"

fizz

"Supreme bloodline? Me?"

A skinny, monkey-like young cultivator looked down at himself, then at the colorful stone on the platform.

He shook his head.

"My ancestors for three generations were all tenant farmers, and they never even raised spirit beasts. What bloodline do I have?"

The person next to him patted him on the shoulder:

"What if? What if your ancestor was some reclusive master who took a liking to your great-grandmother's beauty—"

"roll."

"I'm serious, you don't look like your dad at all—"

"I told you to get lost!"

In the VIP room on the third floor, Qin Batian leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and was still chewing on a spiritual medicine.

He looked at the stone on the platform and narrowed his eyes.

"Bloodline Origin Stone... Interesting."

The bloodline of the Great Yan royal family is said to be traced back to a king in ancient times.

But thousands of years have passed, and the bloodline has long since become so diluted that it's practically nonexistent.

Furthermore, they had no money left...

……

Zhou Tianxing sat in his VIP room, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

He remembered that there was an ancient book in the library of Zixiao Pavilion.

It records the deeds of several major bloodline families in Qingzhou during ancient times.

Most of the descendants of those families have now fallen into decline.

They are scattered throughout Qingzhou, and are no different from ordinary cultivators.

If they had known about this stone, they probably would have gone to great lengths to seize it.

Lin Tian gestured, and the stone spun around again.

Starting bid: 500,000 spirit stones.

His voice rose a little.

"Bidding can be done using luck and lifespan."

"One point of luck corresponds to ten spirit stones."

"One point of lifespan corresponds to one thousand spirit stones."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in cheers again.

"Five hundred thousand? I don't have five hundred thousand!"

"Luck can be exchanged? I have a little over 300 points of luck, can I exchange that for 3,000 spirit stones?"

"I have a long lifespan! I can live for another three hundred years!"

"You have three hundred years? I've only had one hundred years, I dare not trade."

"What's there to be afraid of? Changing it will bring good stuff, good stuff will allow you to break through, and breaking through will allow you to live longer!"

"You make it sound so easy. What if you can't break through?"

"Then you can sit here, I'll make the first bid!"

"I'll offer 600,000 spirit stones!"

A plump, middle-aged businessman stood up, his tone full of confidence.

He didn't know if he had any blood relatives, but he had money.

Six hundred thousand spirit stones, just a drop in the ocean.

Let's give it a try, just in case.

"I'll offer 650,000!"

"One million!"

"Two and a half million!"

……

The buzzing of bidding still echoed in his ears as Xiao Dong sat in the last row.

He stared at the colorful stone on the stage, his pupils reflecting the ever-changing five colors.

Bloodline Tracing Stone!

A scene flashed through his mind—when he was very young.

The father held him as they sat in the ancestral hall, pointing to a faded memorial tablet on the offering table and saying:

"Our Xiao family has produced some great figures in our ancestors."

"It's bigger than you can imagine, but the bloodline is too weak, so weak that it can't wake up."

"Besides, we're just a small branch of the Xiao family..."

There was a light in my father's eyes when he said this.

……

Xiao Dong's Adam's apple bobbed.

He looked down at the panel in front of him.

In the "Luck" section, a string of numbers was clearly displayed.

-999999

!

Nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.

When he first saw the number, he thought he was seeing things.

He didn't understand why he had so much good fortune.

He was a penniless good-for-nothing who couldn't even afford spirit stones.

On what grounds?

However, Xiao Dong quickly accepted this fact.

I'm taking the gamble!

There was no hesitation in Xiao Dong's eyes.

"300,000 Luck Points".

watt?

A million people turned their heads at the same time, looking in the direction from which the sound came.

In the last row, in the corner, a blurry shadow.

You can see his silhouette as he sits, but his face is shrouded in a flowing mist.

Facial features are blurred, and the face is not clearly visible.

It's not that the light is dim; something is deliberately blocking it.

Someone rubbed their eyes, but still couldn't see clearly.

"Who's that over there? Which sect are they from?"

"I don't know, I can't see her face."

"Could it be from the Purple Cloud Pavilion?"

"Would you sit in the last row at Zixiao Pavilion?"

"Those are people from a reclusive family."

"Would a reclusive family use luck points for bidding? Are they short of spirit stones?"

Just then, Lin Tian's voice rang out.

"To protect the privacy of our customers at the All-Heavens Auction House, the identities of future auction participants will be automatically hidden by default."

"Those who need it can also choose to display it; the switch is on the panel in front of you."

"Please focus on the items being auctioned; there's no need to look at the people."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then looked again at the fat cultivator who had made the first bid.

Sure enough, his face was no longer visible!

After the initial confusion, everyone was filled with approval for the All-Heavens Auction House.

This not only protects customer privacy, but also gives them the confidence to make a bid!

"The Heavenly Auction House is awesome!"

Many people spontaneously shouted again; there was no way around it, Lin Tian was just too charming!

Lin Tian clapped his hands, and everyone's attention returned to the auction items.

"300,000 Luck Points, First Time"

A bit of luck can be exchanged for ten spirit stones.

Three hundred thousand points is equivalent to three million spirit stones.

Everyone then realized that the person had actually offered 300,000 Luck Points!

Is this guy a chosen one?

"Holy crap... 300,000 Luck Points?"

A burly man in the back row asked in a booming voice, "Who is this guy?"

"With 300,000 luck points, is he still alive?"

"Luck isn't lifespan; losing it won't kill you."

"You won't die?"

"When your luck is gone, you step in dog poop when you go out, or you trip and fall while walking. It's worse than death."

"If they dare to release it, what's it to you?"

The murmurs of the crowd were like a beehive bursting open, buzzing and humming all around.

However, very few people bid again, since this item is only effective for a specific group of people...

Xiao Dong leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.

At the same time, a sense of gratitude welled up in my heart towards Lin Tian!

This forestry owner is truly a good person.

……